Strangely enough, I was in the club where both Graeme Dott and John Higgins practise before the 2006 World Championships. Higgins was on his own match table next to the one I was on, and Graeme was at the other end of the club practising alone.
A couple of hours in a TV crew shows up to see John, who having won two tournaments that season was considered a contender for the World title again. So, in they come to film him potting some balls and get an interview before the championship. All eyes are on Higgins.
Throughout the duration of filming no one pays any attention to Graeme, and the interviewers don't even get a quick word from him out of convenience. Dott remains in the dark corner of the hall, looking even smaller than his 5'6 self and occasionally glancing over at the golden boy with a smirk that no one cares to notice.
Sure enough, a week or so later, Higgins is a 10-4 first round loser, and Dott wins the biggest prize that snooker has to offer.
Even now, though his name will always be on the trophy, he'll never get the recognition because he couldn't do it in style.